Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 278 The Haunted Chamber
As the ghostly candlelight drew closer, the ghost servants of the Ghost Well were forced to retreat to the sides, making way for Yang Jian to advance.

The eerie green firelight illuminated the swollen female corpses standing stiffly on either side of him in the darkness, their faces obscured by black hair.

Under the firelight, the muddy water that Yang Jian was about to step into suddenly dispersed, revealing dry land, and all the dampness receded into the firelight.

But the price paid for this was severe; the ghost candle burned even faster in the passageway, which felt as if it were drizzling.

The candle burned out in less time than he had predicted before he came in; it would probably burn out completely in seven or eight seconds.

He hadn't even encountered the source ghost yet, and the ghost candle was being consumed at such a rapid pace!
But Yang Jian was extremely calm at this moment, his gaze was cold, and he only ran forward with all his might, while paying close attention to the degree of burning of the ghost candle.

With only a little bit left, he didn't stop running, but quickly took out the last ghost candle, lit it, and accurately connected it to the ghost candle that had just completely burned out.

"Fourteen or fifteen seconds is enough time, based on the approximate length of each passage, and at my current full-speed running pace, I can finish!"

But Yang Jian misjudged the situation again; this dangerous passage was even longer than the previous one.

Even as the last ghost candle burned out, he still couldn't see the end.

"Damn it!"

Yang Jian's face was fierce, and a gash suddenly appeared on his forehead.

A scarlet ghost eye emerged from it, pacing restlessly on its forehead. It even seemed to be closing, influenced by the dampness at the bottom of the well and the omnipresent eerie atmosphere.

But Yang Jian's forehead appears to have only one ghost eye, yet it is illusory, with multiple eyes flickering there.

The other two ghost eyes overlapped on his forehead in the same location but in different spaces.

Yang Jian's body immediately emitted a dense, blinding red light, as if blood was about to overflow.

Swish.

A blinding crimson rainbow streaked across the dripping muddy water overhead and the surrounding ghostly servants, weaving through the gaps in the passageway, heading straight for the end.

Muddy water, like rain, dripped from above into the red light. The ghostly domain could not stop it, and the black shadow on Yang Jian's body rippled.

The originally dense and cold black color faded like ink spreading, the ghostly figure was suppressed, revealing the clothes and skin underneath.

Click.

Yang Jian heard the sound of porcelain shattering. Far underground in the city, the Ghost Porcelain, which was already on the verge of collapse, was completely shattered.

But under Yang Jian's Ghost Domain Rainbow Transformation, disregarding his injuries, he was enveloped in blood-red light in less than two seconds, quickly crossing the passage and arriving at the end.

There were no more forks in the path at the end, only a pitted stone door with a cold, eerie feel to it. A strange force clung to the stone door, blocking out the supernatural.

A large number of ghost slaves swayed and approached from behind, and several of the nearest bodies had even begun to swell into balls, about to burst open.

However, the Ghost Domain could not penetrate the stone door, blocking Yang Jian's path and trapping him in this rainy passage, where he was constantly under attack. This caused Yang Jian's expression to turn ferocious in an instant.

Behind the stone gate, in a space of about 100 square meters.

The ground was no longer muddy and damp soil, but covered with a layer of fine, bluish-black pebbles. Each pebble carried a cold, eerie aura, clearly not ordinary pebbles.

The walls, which were originally made of blue bricks, are now covered with these dark blue pebbles, with another layer added on the outside. An old woman dressed in a Japanese hunting robe is kneeling on the pebbles on the ground, her body hunched over, her gray hair tied in a simple bun.

A few stray gray hairs clung to his wrinkled, sunken face. His eyes were closed, and he exuded an unusual aura. He knelt quietly on the ground, motionless, like an old, dead corpse.

Not far from the old woman was the stone door that blocked Yang Jian's way. In addition, there were eight other doors distributed on the surrounding walls of this stone chamber.

Each stone door surface is outlined with twisted and intertwined lines, like some kind of special runes.

It appears to have been drawn with some kind of black blood. The black lines have dried on the inner surface of the stone gate, but in some places, several teardrop-like bloodstains still flow down, making it look quite eerie.

But now, with a muffled thud, the stone door blocking Yang Jian trembled violently, and several small cracks appeared on the door.

At this moment, the dried-up black blood runes on the inner surface of the door exuded a chilling aura.

Drops of black blood seeped from between the lines, writhing eerily on the twisted lines as if they had come alive, intensifying the chilling atmosphere.

thump.

Another loud thud was heard, and a few drops of black blood were forcefully shaken onto the ground.

The runes drawn behind the door became discontinuous and incomplete due to the shock of the black blood.

Several more cracks appeared on the door, and streaks of blinding red light crawled inward along the cracks.

The hunched old woman kneeling in the stone chamber opened her eyes at this moment. Her pupils were an abnormal grayish-white, as if covered by a layer of translucent wax film, giving people an unreal feeling. Her gaze was filled with a numb and lifeless stillness like a dead pool.

The old woman slightly turned her head, and a strange cracking sound came from her neck, which had been stiff for a long time.

His eyes darted around, moving towards the stone gate, his heavy eyelids lifting as if he had caught someone's attention.

Boom!
The stone door shattered with a crash, and a blood-red light instantly burst into the stone chamber from the outside, turning the small stone chamber into a crimson world.

Yang Jian appeared in the stone chamber, with a broken stone door behind him.

He carried a gold bag in his left hand and clutched a cold, damp rope in his right. His clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin and flesh bore large and small signs of decay.

His face was corroded by the dripping muddy water, making his half-disfigured face look somewhat ferocious, but his eyes were even more ruthless, and the ghost eye on his forehead rolled around, scanning the scene in the stone chamber.

Enveloped in red light, Yang Jian noticed that the oppressive and damp atmosphere that had been pervasive in the stone chamber was gone, but there were still a few places that the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain could not cover.

Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on the center of the stone chamber.

There was a white-clad female corpse, who looked much like the ghost slaves outside, hanging in mid-air by a rope.

A leech-like, slimy worm, unnaturally long and thick, was wrapped tightly around the female corpse, wriggling and sucking something.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that what was hanging the female corpse was not a rope, but a long, thin centipede. The serrated edge of its head was gripping the woman's neck, and its tail was attached to the top, suspending her up for leeches to feed on.

Below the hanging female corpse sat an old woman, her head turned, her lifeless, pale eyes staring silently at him as he broke down the door.

(End of this chapter)